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Friday, April 6, 2012

This
is especially true when I am tired or not feeling well (as I am today) and my
reactions often works in phases of worry>suspicion> righteous indignation>
(return to start and repeat). Which is
why today I give myself a gold star for how I ultimately dealt with the three
seemingly random text messages I received this morning--all some variation on
"My prayers are with you today."

Reaction 1: Worry

Given recent events my first
thoughts were," Shit! What happened now?"
I wondered, was someone hurt? Who died?

As I steeled myself to face one
more horrible thing, I woke up enough to remember that people don't just text
in those situations.

I stared at my phone again. No
missed calls. No voice messages threatening to reveal some new doom.

I went back to the text messages
again. Was it a wrong number? But there were three of them, all from different
numbers.

Now, my "worry response"
to perceived emergencies is to go into rescue mode. But finding nothing that
needed helping/fixing/or saving, I moved into

Reaction 2: Suspicion

My next thought was that this must
be some kind of scam, but as far as I could tell none of the messages included
a link, so how would such a scam work?

I took a moment to Google text
messaging scams. I didn't see anything of relevance.

Maybe it was something else? All
three messages had the same theme. Was this some massive organized attempt at proselytizing
via text message?

I moved quickly towards

Reaction 3: Righteous Indignation

I realized it was Good Friday and my theory became more plausible.

I thought, "Do they expect that you will react and send
a response--thus setting yourself up for an endless text conversation about how
God loves you and you should join their church? "

Now I was getting pissed. Nothing raises my hackles like the
arrogance of people who think I (or anyone else) need to be saved from my own spiritual beliefs.

I considered tweeting and posting on FB to see if anyone
else had encountered this phenomena. In the back of my mind an angry blog post
was already being composed.

It was at about that point when put the brakes on. Indulging in angry emails and posts usually
lead to trouble. I have a system of self-imposed waiting periods specifically
for situations like this.

It was time to take a step back.

I looked back at the text messages again. One was signed by
a familiar name--but a common one. I decided, to Google the phone numbers. Two
were unfamiliar but my search showed the numbers were local. The third, the one
that was signed, was not local, but after scrolling down through the search
results, I came upon a last name to go with the familiar first--a friend of my
friend who was in the hospital.

That friend had sent the first text message of the day
saying her surgery had been postponed and would we route for [her] Yankees as
she would miss the game.

Now it all made sense. These texts were in response to her
text--which I had not noticed went to a group--my response probably went out to
everyone as well. --Which probably means that amidst all of those heartfelt
texts that have now circulated amongst my friend's friends, everyone has
probably had a moment who wonder who sent this message:

In over my head.

Back in my early 30s, if you told me what I'd be doing today, I would have said you were crazy.

Back then, I was stuck in a dead-end job, contemplating life as the crazy lady with cats. Now I'm married to my very best friend, I have a day job I like, I work from home, run my own business on the side, I teach, and I get paid to fool around on the internet. (Oh and I still have the cats!)

I'm juggling more than I ever thought I'd handle. I'm often in over my head and I'm loving it!

When my husband taught me to scuba dive, I found out that some of the coolest things to see are in the first 30 feet of water, where you can still see the light above, but you're deep enough to be completely immersed in another world.

This blog is a love letter to my life. Who knew being in over my head could be so much fun?